The Flower of Illusion That Never Existed

The snow in Xinhai City is never white. Every winter in this city, someone is written into an "accident." They thought no one remembered. Ke Xue remembers. A young man went from the bottom of the school to the top overnight - no one knew what he saw when he climbed over the wall. A young man used the cruelest farewell to give his sister a way to live - he thought that as long as he disappeared, her world would light up. One decides to live, the other decides to die. They thought this was their own story. It wasn't until many years later that they understood—— Everything in this city is a scripted drama. Even their awakening, farewell, and reunion were all written in advance. But they refused to act according to the script. They insist on being outsiders. It has been snowing for a hundred years and it is still falling. Someone has to dig out the names buried in the ground one by one. Someone has to finish the unfinished lines for them one by one.